Ha...
Ha...
(panting heavily)
Luo Di stared at the mangled body of the prison guard on the ground, which had been struck by lightning and scorched into charcoal.
The expression on his face resembled the one he wore back in Moon City, tasting a unique flavor, an extremely rare taste of fear.
This feeling was different from Luo Di's self-perception, different from the excitement felt when following Hunter in the act of beheading, and different from the relief of killing Master Jiang.
It was a basic, pure release of interest, a simple pursuit of fear.
"It's been a long time since I've experienced such pure, untainted slaughter.
Moreover, I seem to have gained a sense that my developed modern fear, the modernized Black Door I've passed through, can also affect these ancient beings.
My fear might develop to reach their level, or even beyond... There is no need to replicate, just stick to the original path."'
Luo Di's self-consciousness returned to the pituitary space,
